Your True Encounters

Once when I was around 6 or 8 years old we moved into a new house. It quiet the first few years. but one night I was going to the bathroom. I saw darker tall figure sit on the couch. This around 2:40 in the morning and no one else was awake. I was afraid to look at it then I went back to my room and I saw in my room in the corner. I ran right out of there and went into my sister room. About in hour later it tired to open up my sister door. It got angry it banged on the door it scared me and my sister she asked what was I doing in her room and why did I bang on the door.

So my mother has always had crazy things happen to her. My grandmother told us when my mom was born it was pouring rain and she could see a shadow outside the hospital window…. she cried that whole first day because she felt like something had come for my mom because she wasn’t meant to live but here we are… when my mom got older she started doing things she wanted to do, you know adolescent things. Well they had snuck out one day when she was about 14 and when it was time to leave everyone split off and walked home… it was past midnight. As my mom walked home, she heard something behind her… like horse hooves on the road. She stopped and turned around but nothing was

At night my wife and I would hear footsteps running up and down the hallway. At first we thought it was our two children so we paid it no mind. One night our bedroom door opened and closed. I got up out of bed thanking one of our daughters needed something. Well when I got to their bedroom, they were both fast asleep. A few nights later around 10 o’clock, I realized I forgotten to put some tools up outside. I step outside into the pitch black and gather my tools as I’m doing this I hear a little girl say ‘daddy’. I asked my daughter what she was doing outside this time and night and I got no response. I looked around and saw nothing so upon coming inside

I don’t know why this is happening, but I keep having the same dream over and over. It starts out in a woods, and it’s all misty and cold. I can actually feel the cold in my sleep. I never have control of what i’m doing. I walk down this long narrow path and I stop at a gravestone. It always has different names on it. The few I remember were names like, Elizabeth Kalchet, and Harry Dansor. Then I sit down next to the stone and start to play this weird flute. It has a skull at the end and the spot where the eyes would be are painted all black. Once there was even the eyeballs there. The tune I play is eerie, almost like one you hear

I was born and raised in Tucson,Az. The youngest of four children. When I was about 5 years old we moved into the house I would spend most of my childhood. It was a new neighborhood at the time in the early 80”s on the northwest side of town. The house was a simple 3-bedroom ranch style house. It looked pretty much like all the other houses on the block. I was pretty fortunate that there were a few kids my age to play with. I became good friends with the kid next door. Wesley was his name. He was a year younger but he loved G.I. Joe as much as I did. We played G.I. Joe all the time and when we weren’t playing G.I.Joe we were exploring the

I was going through a break up with my daughter’s mother and wanted her back so I investigated a “cast a real love spell “website”. I followed the instructions and decided to light a candle. Well, I laid on my bed and closed my eyes. My vision began to strobe and I got up almost immediately as my phone rang. To my surprise it was my ex and the first words out of her mouth were when I get taxes back where do you want to move? We had a conversation for about an hour and just before hanging up, I blew out the candle and went to say my goodbyes and she had no clue what I was talking about and hung up on me. Well, I went to

One morning around 4 am I walked to go meet up with my cousin L. She was a supervisor at Macdonalds who worked the night shift/pre-morning shift. At that point in my life I was 17 and she was 22-years old. I guess you can say we were young and dumb. We smoked a lot of weed and partied a lot. That morning I had rolled a blunt and woke my little cousin up and asked if he wanted to come with me. He was like no I just fell asleep so I let him sleep. The walk was about half a mile from our place. It was still pretty dark by the time I reached my cousins’ work. On our way back from her work, I told her I

Years ago. I used to work in a large department store. One afternoon I am coming down the main escalator that overlooks the entire first floor, I can hear someone calling my name. I get to the bottom and this elderly couple walks over to me and start hugging me and asking how I have been….Jeanne it’s so good to see you again, how are you?” I am unsure who these people are. I don’t want offend them so I ask if they are possibly friends of my parents, so I apologize to them and ask, “ who’s this?” They both looked so surprised and say, “don’t you remember us?” “We spent all that time together in Medjugoria.” “I’ve never been to Medjugoria.” “Your name is Jeanne right?” “ Yes

My grandad Billy (Granda Whelan), as I called him, lived with my Grandmother a couple of doors down from me for all my childhood. Tey they practically raised me since birth as my Mam and Dad worked very hard. My dad leading Seaman L.S Kennedy was always at sea and my Mam worked as a Montasori teacher. My Grandad was my mentor, my teacher, my life guru if you will. I was so close to him and I miss him dearly. Every day he would sit me down and take out the map of the world and educate me on all the cultures and countries. He told me all about WW2. He basically taught me everything I know. I owe a lot to him. For somebody who was born in

One night, just another night for me to go to bed, I was falling asleep and I don’t know if it was a dream or not. I went to sleep then in my dream I woke up in my bed. I was sweating like crazy but in the dark hallway of my house, I saw a big black shadow but not just any shadow this one had about 12-inch horns then, the next thing that I know everything was on fire, but not me or the bed. It looked like it was coming from the ground. Then I looked at the shadow. It was closer so close I could reach out and touch it but then it grabbed me. Then I woke up for real and I thought it was

In 2008, the strange case of Swedish twins – Ursula and Sabina Eriksson – was big news in the UK. Traveling to Liverpool via Ireland, the two sister’s bizarre behavior got them ejected from a bus at an M6 service station. From there, they were spotted on the central reservation of the M6 motorway – quite a dangerous place to be. They ran from police into traffic and were both hit by passing vehicles at high speed. This was all televized by a TV crew that happened to be on the scene at the time. Ursula was badly injured and hospitalized and Sabina was knocked unconscious but refused medical assistance when coming around. Instead, she attached the police and was arrested. Sabina was later released from custody and spent some

I don’t remember my exact age at the time. I think I was 4 maybe, but I remember it so clearly to this day, my encounter with the so called Hat Man. For the record I turn 20 this year. I lived a fairly normal life. Had both parents who loved me above all else. Nothing was out of the ordinary in our family, I wasn’t baptised though, but my grandmother wanted me to be. I was put to bed as usual and fell asleep after my lullaby. They both sang for me and left the nightlight on like usual since I was a little afraid of the dark, which became worse after that night. I woke up at night and felt something was wrong. It felt like I was

We are short on stories and submissions at the moment. So, if you have had a paranormal experience – do please tell us! Anyway, this one happened to me many years ago. We were camping in the English Lake District – amazing lace if you have never been. We were with family friends and we had all walked down to the local pub maybe a mile or so from the campsite for a pub dinner and a few drinks. I would be a teenager at the time so no beer. It was dark when we set off up the country road huddled together around the single flashlight that we had as a group. As we walked somewhere around the halfway point. We all heard the faint galloping noise of a

I found this story on the web……. scary! “Growing up, my dad’s house held many spooky, unexplainable nights. We would hear loud, heavy footsteps running up the stairs when we were home alone. It also sounded like a person – or thing – was dragging a rake up the walls as it sprinted up the stairs. But there was one room in the house where – sometimes in photographs – it looked like a man was watching us from the windows. The photos below were taken in the same room and six months apart. Each shows a different window in the room.” Submitted by Kara Siler – Amelia, Ohio